Cayden POV

I couldn’t help myself. It was a lost battle as soon as she stepped out of that shower. I watched as the water ran down her body, and put my arm around her, gently feeling her skin.

This was borrowed time. Or stolen time. Either way, I wouldn’t get something like this again.

I touched her shoulder gently. I could be grateful for what I had.

I reached for a bar of soap, and lathered her body, touching ...